Ran around Eagle Mtn with Neasts and Becky A and Arianne. Pleasant morning in light rain.
They ran on the pavement and I much preferred the grass.
I came the realization that I am racing on Saturday, I can't block it out anymore, and I really need to corner the logistics now. Normally by now I've detailed out every bit of the race. This time.... Ah yes, I picked out the earrings I want to wear. I guess I should figure everything else out now too.
I think the reason I've been "dreading" this is because I'm letting that little voice of doubt into my head. Like the week before the Triple Crown FKT attempt, when everyone was running the "Quest for King's Marathon"... and I was seeing friends run it in 8 hours. I sat there thinking to myself, I am much less experienced, I've never run at elevation, I have no peak bagging experience, who's to say I can run that same peak PLUS two more in an hours more time?
I hung out with some kids I consider pretty fast on Antelope Island last Sat volunteering for the half marathon and the same doubts are creeping in. These guys are aiming to try to break 5 hrs for the 50k. That little voice of doubt comes back to me. Who's to say I can run the same speed as these fast guys for the first 50k and and not slow down too much during the 2nd 50k? I have little experience, I have no recent turnover experience... so who's to say I can? Who's to say that this all won't end in some horribly slow awful way? Maybe because this is my first race since Bryce I don't want to commit? Ha. Maybe it's just PTSD!
Ugh. I guess I'll just show up and see what happens? I think I'll turn my watch on and put it in my backpack so I won't get to know how I'm doing all day. I'll leave the phone, turn on the music very loudly (I hardly ever run with music).... and just see what happens. Does that count as a "race plan?"
On a side note, I think the nutrition plan is figured out. Skittles, bacon, and my magic power balls. Maybe I'll make a quesodilla and toss it in a drop bag for lunch.
I almost forgot the songs of the day. Oldies but goodies. (oldies for me, I'm still a baby)
In the Garage- Weezer
In the garage, I feel safe.
No one laughs about my ways.
In the garage where I belong.
No one hears me...
Hate on Me- Jill Scott (this song made me smile this morning.... not something I usually something listen to, but loving it today for various reasons)
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